Weird coming?Fortunately, I am the King of Hades

the other side.

As Ivy, who had a panoramic view of everything, looking at the scene of forcing a good girl into prostitution in front of her, she couldn't help but open her mouth, and she could fit two ham sausages in it.

I just feel astonished.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jian actually succeeded in making an aristocratic slave owner give up his greatest advantage and join the Redemption Cult through persuasion.

She originally thought that Shen Jian was just talking and trying to gain respect for his identity.

To really make an aristocratic slave owner abandon his life and turn to darkness, he would have to be severely tortured, or even threatened with his life.

But now...

The results exceeded her expectations.

Standing far away, she could only see the movements of Shen Jian and the woman. As for what was being said, she could not hear clearly, but she thought it was not a threatening statement, otherwise the woman would have become violent and angry.

In this situation, she really couldn't imagine what Shen Jian said to successfully convince the woman.

This kind of eloquence would be a waste of talent if you don’t go into MLM.

Have you ever done anything illegal in the human world?

With this thought.

Little Ivy hesitated for a moment and walked over.

I happened to hear Shen Jian discussing with a woman how to hook up other noble slave owners and catch them all.

at once.

A word rang in her mind.

"People who are crueler than you are working hard, what qualifications do you have to not fight?"

She still had a lot to learn.

……

Not long after.

A group of noble slave owners who received the woman's invitation all showed up.

There are five figures in total.

Each one of them carried supernatural fluctuations that were not weaker than the level of ghosts and gods. The moment they appeared together, the sky in the entire street seemed to be a little darker, and there was a faint sound of howling wind, which sounded for no reason, making people's hair and bones tremble. .

"It's so late at night, why did that woman come out to us?"

A blood-eyed ghost with a twisted neck, dark pupils, and tears of blood looked at the dark buildings and expressed doubts.

He was the first to receive a supernatural medium, and he thought it was an erotic affair. Unexpectedly, the other party invited more than just him, which was disappointing.

"I don't know, but I did hear that she has a hobby of parading around the streets at night, catching slaves for her own entertainment. I guess she just thought of something urgent, so she invited us over immediately."

Explain the explanation of a disfigured ghost whose face was mostly burned and sewn together with the skin of different ghosts.

He was also a little disappointed.

Because he also felt that he was the first to receive a supernatural medium. When he saw the blood-eyed ghost, he even thought that it might be a drama between two dragons fighting Luan Feng.

"I don't know, but the dignified slave owner actually ended up in person. I don't know, but I thought it was so hard for me and others that we couldn't make ends meet and had to fend for ourselves."

Another ghost and god spoke coldly.

It's a ghost mother-in-law.

He was half hunched over, obviously preaching and scolding, but his wrinkled face was full of smiles.

It gives people a sense of deja vu as a sinister smiling tiger.

But no one refuted Granny Ghost's words.

Just because this old woman is also related to the new pharaoh and belongs to the category of royal relatives.

The other party can scold, but they cannot.

It's not that I can't afford to offend, but it's not necessary.

"Stop arguing, go and take a look and you will know what is going on. It is a troubled time right now. The temple has changed owners, the royal party is weak, and the royalist party is eyeing us. If even we start internal strife, then the royal party will be completely finished."

At this time.

A deep voice sounded.

A ferocious ghost wearing black gauze, with lips split to the base of his ears, and the flesh and blood around his mouth was completely exposed to the skin, interrupted everyone's dissatisfaction.

Instantly.

The field fell silent.

Even the dissatisfaction on Granny Ghost's face has faded a lot.

No more words.

In the world view of ghosts, the law of the jungle is the most basic law. Whoever has a higher level of terror can take the lead.

The six largest aristocratic slave owners in the royal party, that is, among their six ghosts and gods, the one with the highest level of terror is the ferocious ghost who interrupted everyone.

The opponent's terror level is already infinitely close to the world-destroying ghosts and gods, which is at the same level as the temple's high priest. Perhaps in a head-on confrontation, the ferocious ghost is slightly inferior to the temple's high priest, but for them who only have the strength of ghosts and gods, the ferocious ghost is the same. It is a mountain that cannot be crossed.

Regardless of personal strength or the number of slaves they own, the ferocious ghosts are much stronger than them and have the greatest say.

As long as their own interests are not involved, they still listen to what the ferocious ghost says.

not to mention.

This is indeed true.

The current situation of the royal party is not optimistic. A covetous royalist party is enough to give the royal family a headache. In addition, the temple's change of ownership and the rise of the Redemption Cult in recent days have greatly deepened the chaos in the Pyramid Kingdom.

If they don't unite, they will be defeated one by one sooner or later.

By then.

They, the largest slave owners in the Pyramid Kingdom, are definitely the ones everyone wants to beat.

soon.

The five ghosts and gods followed the guidance of the supernatural medium and came to a house.

The door is open.

Seems to welcome everyone.

"What do you mean? Is she just messing with us?" the blood-eyed ghost muttered dissatisfied.

Bad eyes.

It was already dissatisfying enough that they didn't get a date, but now the other party seems to be interested in playing some tricks with them. It doesn't matter if they don't come out to greet them in person, and they don't even have a few slaves to guide them.

looks.

It seemed that he was planning to let them go out and find her traces.

hemp eggs.

I really think I am a princess.

And play this kind of scaring game.

at this time.

The disfigured ghost seemed to notice something.

His expression changed drastically.

The others noticed too.

I saw blood seeping out of the exterior wall of the house, forming a strange death portrait. In the blood painting, five stick figures corresponded to five different forms of death.

What's even more striking is that the more they look at these five stick figures, the more familiar they feel.

Then he was shocked.

Aren't they the ones riding the horse?

The circumstances of their death were revealed by some strange supernatural means.

what is this?

Is it a prank?

Even if it was just a prank, this was too much.

The blood-eyed ghost was the first to make a cold face, and more tears of blood shed from his dark pupils, making him look even more twisted and sinister. A sinister and sinister laugh sounded at the right time: "It's a boring trick, can't you tell? That woman She is just playing tricks on us, she is just using us for fun, you are willing to accompany her, but I am not."

Say it.

He turned and left.

The disfigured ghost said in a hesitant voice: "Xueyan, you in this blood painting seem to have died suddenly on the spot after being a little away from us."

The blood-eyed ghost sneered: "What? Do you think that my majestic ghost will die on the spot? Do you really think this blood painting is precognition? Even the high priest of the temple does not have the ability to make me instantly Dead machine."

Hear the words.

The disfigured ghost opened his mouth but said nothing more.

So does the rest.

indeed.

Even if the high priest of the temple took action himself, it would be impossible to kill a ghost and god quietly. They were so stunned that they would subconsciously believe the content in the blood painting.

Just thinking about it.

The blood-eyed ghost had already sneered.

Continue to leave.

however.

Before he even took five steps, the blood-eyed ghost fell down with a plop.

He fell heavily to the ground.

Ghosts:! ! !

Everyone was stunned.

He was frightened by the sight of the blood-eyed ghost falling to the ground.

Take a look.

Nothing supernatural.

He looked as if he could never die again.

Obviously a few seconds ago, the other party was still smugly thinking that he had seen through the woman's trick. Unexpectedly, a few seconds later, the content in the blood painting came true.

Without any of them noticing any supernatural fluctuations, the blood-eyed ghost, who was a ghost, died quietly.

Not even a single move of resistance. This shows that the unknown existence that kills the blood-eyed ghost is more terrifying than ghosts and gods.

Think of this possibility.

The ghosts were frightened.

Even the face of the ferocious ghost with the highest level of terror among the five people changed again and again.

A huge fear surged in my heart.

He is infinitely close to being a world-destroying ghost and god, standing on the same level as the temple's high priest. In the entire Pyramid Kingdom, his strength can definitely be ranked among the top five, or even the top three.

But let alone seeing the enemy just now, he didn't even notice the enemy's supernatural reaction.

In other words.

If the other party wanted to kill him, he wouldn't be able to find out.

This discovery.

Let him feel cold from his feet.

I just felt like there was a pair of eyes peeping in the darkness around me, and an inexplicable terror had enveloped me at some point.

"Fuck, what's going on? Why is the blood eye dead? Is that blood painting really prophetic?"

"This is impossible. To predict the death of ghosts and gods, what level of supernatural power does it take to do this?"

"It's fake. Someone must be pretending. I don't believe this blood painting can predict my death."

Among the remaining four people, the last ghost and god who had never spoken a word did not believe in evil. The outline of a triangle was reflected in his pupils, and he looked at the blood painting with fear.

In the blood painting, his stick figure fell to pieces on the ground.

Obviously.

He died in a terrible way, being torn into pieces.

He didn't want to believe it.

But with the case of the blood-eyed ghost in front of him, he didn't dare to act rashly.

He said he didn't believe it, but his actions were enough to show that he was shaken in his heart.

I thought about it.

The triangle ghost unfolds the ghost realm.

Wrap yourself in the ghost realm, and then spread the ghost realm to the maximum. You want to teleport to the end of the ghost realm in one go.

His idea is simple.

Stay away from the source of the blood painting.

Regardless of whether the prediction is true or not, he will keep an eye out and cover himself with a ghost domain in the next few years, just in case.

With this thought in mind, the triangle ghost's figure disappeared from the spot.

Just when the disfigured ghost, the old ghost, and the ferocious ghost thought they had succeeded, blood rained from the sky.

Scattered bits of meat fell on the three of them.

one look.

This minced meat belongs to the triangle ghost who just left.

On the ground, other small pieces of meat fell down.

Just like the prediction in the blood painting.

It's so real that it's a bit ridiculous.

This time.

The remaining three ghosts and gods all had stiff expressions.

They were all frightened.

I completely believed in the predictions on the blood painting.

The three of them looked at each other and saw the flash of fear on each other's faces.

There was a long silence.

The ferocious ghost licked the corner of his lips: "Let's... go in."

"what?"

"I said, let's go into this house. There must be a secret here, maybe it has something to do with the blood painting."

"Are you crazy? What if there is a trap here?" Granny Ghost couldn't believe it.

"Do you have any other options? Although the prediction in this blood painting is real, have you noticed that the death in the prediction will only become a reality when you want to escape, and the door here is wide open, which obviously makes We mean to go in."

The ferocious ghost analyzed it.

The more I talk about it, the more it makes sense.

He suspected that something might have happened to the woman who sent them the supernatural medium in the first place. The so-called invitation was simply a Hongmen Banquet.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for a woman and a ghost alone to kill the blood-eyed ghosts and the others.

This is not because he underestimates others, but because he knows that killing ghosts and gods instantly is an extremely outrageous thing.

No one in the entire pyramid country can do it.

Even the former pharaoh Cleopatra couldn't do this.

From here it can be seen that there is indeed a real culprit behind the blood painting.

……

I struggled mentally for a few seconds.

The ghost mother-in-law agreed to enter the house.

The disfigured ghost didn't have any objections. Although his hands and feet were fidgeting, he was still a ghost and god. He was an exploiting class with a large number of slaves under his command. His psychological quality was better than that of ordinary ghosts.

then.

The ferocious ghost didn't waste any time and walked in directly.

There is no light in the house.

Visibility to the eyes is low.

The three of them touched the darkness and sensed the situation inside.

But there was no movement.

then.

They continued up to the second floor in the dark.

period.

The disfigured ghost was nervous and looked around. He tried his best to stand in the middle of the stairs, away from the stone walls on both sides.

Because in the prediction of the blood painting, he hit the wall and died.

Very common, very common way to die.

But don't forget, he is a ghost.

Even if he hits the wall, it won't be him who gets into trouble, but the wall.

Moreover.

He is not a lunatic, how could he bang his head against the wall?

This is not just a fool.

He didn't think he would do such a thing, but the previous two cases still gave him a shadow, so he subconsciously stayed away from the wall.

In this way, nothing will happen, right?

That's what I thought.

next second.

The disfigured ghost's eyes widened.

Because at the corner of the stairs, a big pale hand stretched out from the wall, grabbed his entire neck, and slammed against the wall.

"Bang."

In just one blow, the disfigured ghost was knocked to pieces.

And it's not over yet.

"Kuang, kuang, kuang..."

There was a violent sound, accompanied by splashes of blood.

The disfigured ghost tried to struggle, but fate grabbed him by the throat and hit the wall three times a second, leaving him with no time to make any beneficial move.

A bloody face full of horror.

this moment.

Only then did he truly understand that the collision in the blood painting did not mean he hit it himself, but that he was forcibly dragged by others.

What the hell, this is a way to die that lacks great virtue.

There is no grudge between us.

Is it used like this?

If I had known this, I might as well have died on the spot.

For a while.

The disfigured ghost was filled with grief and anger.

at this time.

The hand holding the disfigured ghost's neck paused for a moment, as if he felt that it was too cumbersome to hit him like this.

"Forget it, change it, hit the stick and die."

Only a faint sound was heard, and in the eyes of the disfigured ghost, a black steel rod came closer and closer, and his face hit the rod directly.

mad

I knew there was something dirty! (End of chapter)